Dog stew, anyone?

Yeah. So we gave Pumpkin a bath, then we gave Buster a bath. Pumpkin, apparently irate at having his fur trimmed and being scrubbed, snuck into our bedroom while we were washing Buster and pissed on our bed. Right on Mr. Samoa's side of the bed. Which was not discovered until Mr. Samoa was making the bed for the night. (GAG CHOKE RETCH)So here I am, at 12:45 AM, washing bedclothes. Good thing I wasn't particularly tired in the first place! For Round 2, Pumpkin decided to dig in the garbage while we were changing the sheets. Did I mention who's going to be spending the night in his crate? :P If not the stewpot.